Coming Home
A Return to Your Self
Everything is gone.
Yet not.
It dwells in
Memory,
A land
All but
Forgotten.
Come,
Walk with me.
Take a stroll
To remember
The good.
Because there is
So much good.
Break the program.
Break the machine.
Sever the ties
That siphon off
Joy, replacing it
With ick and sad and gloom.
Reclaim your birthright
Reclaim your throne.
Reclaim your happiness.
Sever any and all ties
That feed off you.
Remove them now
And heal the wounds
They leave behind.
Reclaim your Self
Return Home.
AFFIRMATION: Today, I let go of THAT WORLD, the outer world that keeps me apart from me.
Until next time, Olivia/O. J.
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